The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-06-04
DENSLOW'SCURE.

eyes, and the foati, her
morning dress env1 a
summer cloud; altoC1 Tik-
ing picture.
The big, rough-beai nnd-
ing in his ungainly m on, the
tired mules, with heac - hanging
and their ragged looking ears patheti-
cally Tapping at the persistent flies,
the rustic basket up-piled with lus-
cious, satin.cheeked peaches and the
latticed box OF fowl in the rear.
"Not at all an unpleasant picture.
thought weary invalid Burt I
as he sat down opposite tn
noted the homely events,
He had the eye OF an artist, -
always found the picturesque espec-
ally in this wildly romatic village in
the Ozarks.
So he watched the small figure OF
this pretty blonde as she stood there
negotiating with the native OF an ex-
change of fowls, as she said one OF the
hens she had bought at his previous
visit was blind; another, she said, had
fits, and she was obliged to have its
head cut off, while the third '1aying
hen" persistently crowed every morn
ing, to her distress and that OF the
invalid mother, on account oil whose
health the two had come there from
North town.
Matters being satisfactorily adjust
ed, the man drove on with q loud
crack OF his dashed whip, and she went
into her cottage bearing q basket OF
those tempting peaches.
Twentv-three years before her moth
er had married DR.. Field, who was an
army surgeon, and she n hospital
nurse, self-elected, coming South from
her quiet New England home to do her
share in the great struggle between
North and South. Her lover had
been killed in the first OF the war, and
she took her aching heart down into
the blood-sprinkled Southern hospit-
ais, and DIR. Field had%ooed and won
it in this unromantic life, and Mado.
line, their only child, was natural
physician.
She could never see pain or illness
OF any sort that she did not seek to
relieve it. 1t was perfect passion
with her.
She had eagerly read all OF her
fathers books, and only the strong
est opposition from both parents pre-
vented her from regularly studying
for the profession. Like all hobby
lists, she had many theories.
She practised on her young friends
when at school; all the servants,
since she was a child, had come i'll for
n share OF "AIss Maddie doctoring, |"
and even her parents were Obliged to
submit to her tyrannous rule in that
particular.
Bringing her mother to Wanako
Springs had been her idea entirely.
She had learned that the water there
was absolutely pure, hence, she said,
having very little OF the solids, it must
eliminate i'll, which in her mamma took
the form OF rheumatism, but as she
to this day suffers still from the dread
companion of damp atmosphere and
north lake winds, it is safe TO assume
that Madoline's theory failed in this
instance at least. Another other the
Dries was that starvation would take
any poison from the system, and once,
when only ID, she had starved herself
for several days in order to relieve
herself from the poison OF ivy.
Her cure whether it were "ialth
or mind over matter" is not known
to this day. was certainly effected,
and she always held that as living
example.
At the time of which write Wanako
Springs was not the thriving metro
politan town it now is, with its huge
cut-stone hotel, its railroad and its
omnibus lines.
IL was twenty miles from the rail-
way and essentially backwoodsy, with
it's shaky little cottages set up on pegs,
and its unlighted streets and mixed
society.
At that time they had regularly ex-
perience meetings where the invalids
stood up and told what the waters OF
the springs had done for the good. OF
their afflicted bodies. At one OF these
meetings Madeline met Burt Denslow
and he frankly said he was not improv-
ing.
Here, then, was a chance for her to
experiment. Some one OF her hobbies
might here be safely ridden.
She looked at him earnestly. lie
was not an embarrassing subiect-tall,
well-built and dark, with the black
ness almost OF an Italian in hair,
though his beard seemed to have TAX
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